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Thursday, September 06, 2007

Return of the Wool

The Mister and I would like to thank all of you who have congratulated us on our marriage. You kind words mean a lot to us!

I am now going to stop hijacking my knitting blog with talk of the wedding and get back to the actual knitting content. Some of you have asked to see more wedding pictures, so I'll post some to my Flickr stream for those of you who care to have a gander. For those of you who are here for the knitting, read on -- wool is ahead!

In the past couple of days, it's suddenly hit me that it's September -- meaning fall is right around the corner and the holidays aren't far behind. Thus, it's about time for me to get a move on with the fall projects that have long been in the queue.

First up is finishing the socks currently on the needles -- or, more specifically, finishing the first socks that are on the needles. I feel like I have been knitting these forever, but I think it's only been about two weeks. As of today, both first socks are to the beginning of the toe decreases:

I am anxious to finish these so that I can start on the August STR club socks, which some people finished within a few days of receiving their shipment. I have no such ambitions; I'll be happy if I can get them done before the next shipment arrives.

The coming of fall also means the beginning of sweater-knitting season for me. Last night I cast on for my Central Park Hoodie at knit night and managed to get a good chunk of the ribbing done for the back before I left:

I am absolutely in love with this colorway. The yarn is my old standby, Cascade 220; this shade is a heathered limey green with flecks of yellow and blue. Just gorgeous. Although ideally I would have finished up a WIP before casting on for this sweater (such as my French Market Bag), a certain someone -- with whom I'm doing a mini-KAL -- started her sweater, and I couldn't be left behind in her dust.

Next on the needles? The Mister's Seamless Hybrid -- but that really will have to wait until I finish up the French Market Bag. I've heard of startitis, but this is getting ridiculous! What has gotten into me, do you think?